Wednesday, October 17, 2012

I'm up in Red River and it's "magic time" those precious few moments at sunset and sunrise when the light is just right. As I'm heading out of town- I'm speeding - because I catch glimpses through the trees of Baldy Mountain - frosted with snow and just beginning to catch the perfect light.

I'm almost to the viewpoint where I have pre-planned to take my photo when some deer decide to stand in the middle of the highway and block my way. I slow - then pul over to the right and take a few photos of them. They then move out up out of the road and onto a grassy hillside and graze. They seem tame - and don't seem to mind me taking some photos.

I glance to my left and I see clouds moving in over Baldy. It is getting to dark to shoot. I quickly throw my gear in the car and leave the deer behind - sorta mad at myself for letting them distract me.

A mile later - I arrive at the spot I picked out. Looking at the mountain it's almost lost in the clouds that are moving in. It's also too dark to shoot handheld. The light is - ehh.

I then drag out my tripod, mount the camera, focus on the mountain and take a few shots. I tell myself maybe I'll be able to take a long exposure and pull the mountain out of the muck. Twelve frames later - I'm not impressed and am getting cold. I'm seriously thinking about calling it a day - and then - just for a few seconds - the clouds light up.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Thursday, October 4, 2012

All photos (C) Steve Douglass

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Cumbres & Toltec scenic railway - photographed at Sublette, Colorado. Perfect timing on my brother Paul's part. We took a long slow tour through the mountains - jaw agape after photographing the aspen trees and thought we might have missed the train. Obviously we didn't. We hadn't been in Sublette ten minutes when this slice of the old west came chugging around the track. Standing next to this mechanical wonder was awesome. It breathes like a big beast -whuff -whuff - whuff and lets out clouds of smoke and steam. I'll never forget it.

"Hi - handsome - you want to take my picture?" the flirty pretty redhead said from the window of the train.

I looked around - knowing I hadn't shaved in two days and must have looked like a railroad bum.

"Who me?" I replied.

She answered, "You're the one with the camera."

"All aboard!" the conductor said. The metal beast began to chug and chuff. I new I only had seconds to get the conductor's photo. I took two quick snaps and this was the best. I raced ahead to photograph the engineer.

Whuff - chug - woooo! The locomotive begins to lurch forward and lets out a blast of coal smoke. The ground rumbles as the entire train shudders. It begins to move faster and faster. I literally have to catch the train - but first I have to capture the engineer.

I fail to beat the train to get the shot I wanted. Still - it is exciting to have a living-breathing-snorting heavy-metal locomotive shaking my bones and rumbling by. The engineer gives us a final long high-pitched toot-toot as he leaves the watering station. It echoes through the countryside and instantly I'm transported to another time. My brother has a plan. It's a scenic railway - not a high speed railroad. We race ahead and meet it a mile out from the station. It comes out of the mountains and into the high desert - proud and strong - but an anachronism I photograph with a digital camera.

I've seen lots of deer - and photographed quite a few. In Palo Duro Canyon they are so tame they eat out of your hand, but to photograph a pair of Mule Deer in the wilds of Colorado is a special thrill. Set against the autumn foliage this pair posed postcard perfect.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

You never know when a good photo op will find you. I'm sitting in the truck at a store in Colorado when I spot this pooch in the truck next to me. I wanted him to look my way so I did my dog whistle - a trick I learned as a kid. I purse my lips real tight and can make a whistle only a dog can hear. It worked.

The light in the fall in Colorado is amazing. The crispness at high altitude brings a quality of clarity that is simply crystalline in nature. Around every bend it was postcard perfect - stunningly beautiful. I could not shoot a bad photo. (C) Steve Douglass

It's early morning in South Fork Colorado. I see some deer - and what looks like a potentially great shot. Unfortunately they see me too and leap a fence into a rancher's field and high-tail it into a dark wooded area where I cannot follow. I'm disappointed that I missed the shot. Then something happens - as it seems to happen often with me - a "conspiracy of nature" takes place where God or whate

ver (for you non-believers) gently nudges me to look in the other direction. I turn - and there's this beautiful horse out for a early morning stroll. He's outlined in light and stands out starkly against the dark woods beyond. I raise my camera - dial in the appropriate exposure setting - focus and wait. The horse begins to move with a flip of his magnificent tail. CLICK!